The alarm on his laptop beeped. It was noon. He'd told Lora he'd be there at noon. Why was he hesitating? Weren't Marie and Lora about to offer him th... chance to live out his wildest teen aged fantasies? The two of them had been planning "something big" since last weekend. Marie moved in with Lora ten days ago and he hadn't seen her since. Something about that thought made his cock stir. The thrill of the unknown. And his wife in the hands of their friend Lora. It could mean anything. Maybe. She realized she didnot know him. She knew him, but not well. He smiled at her andtook her hand. Leading her down the main hall of the house tothe sitting room. It was a large home. A mansion of sorts. It had a sitting room,living room, library, solarium, formal dining room, breakfastroom and kitchen with attached pantry on the first floor. On thesecond was four bedrooms, plus the master suite. Attached to themaster suite was a sitting room, two baths, his and hers, layingbetween the two. Sometimes you shared your messages with him, but he never insisted, letting you choose what to share, what to keep your own. Before the two of you posted your pictures, you had talked about it numerous times. You both had agreed on certain rules. Only pictures you approved – which, for you, meant no crotch shots, nothing vulgar. And you agreed to reveal no truly identifying information to your fans. And you agreed not to ever, under no circumstances, actually meet any of your fans. Still,. !" Hell... I already told you that, Angel... providing you promise to fuck me good... the way you did him the other night!"His reference to their own licit, beautiful love-making in the same breath with the forbidden obscenity he was demanding seemed sacrilegious, while the sound of the lewd four-letter word counteracted, firing strange excitement within her as he uttered it, and she rolled her face from him. "Yes... yes... I'll try... I promise..." she whimpered between tightly clenched.